By MARK AMOROSE
A living beam of light fell from the sky
as if some searchlight worker on the ground
had heaved his apparatus up on high
to scour the earth for aircraft that were downed.
And there the angel was. And there great fear
that strafed each soul and laid each conscience bare
until a siren sounded in each ear,
and of the angel’s words they were aware:
Fear not — behold — great joy — this day is born —
And then bright fire flowered all around
as if incendiary bombs had torn
the earth, or napalm grown out of the ground.
But suddenly the fear of heaven’s might
gave way to heaven’s peace: the airborne choir
proclaimed God’s armistice with man, and Light
shone down a single beam of star-cast fire.